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I've been wanting to write about this for some time now, but when I'm actually at school, I find it difficult to draw myself away from my books and papers to, you know, draw my mind out. But now it's summer, so no more.

And what brings me to write is race. How original! Not. Anyway. No, more specifically, finding the hard copy of Michelle Obama's ( Read more... )

When I last posted on the election, I had been Whoabamaed.

His post-Iowa speech stirred me, and so, I finally decided to place one, tentative limb onto the Obama Bandwagon O' Hope.

And that's when the sexist floodgates opened. In part because Hillary's own floodgates opened, or so trumpeted the truly suffocating headlines-- "HILLARY GETS ( Read more... )

The Cherish girls can sing. And dance. And, to boot, they have money. Just watch:

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Fun times, right? It's like a big constant dance party, with lots of attractive teenagers, nice furniture, in a really shiny, big house. But let's take a closer look at where all this feel-good, danceriffic fun taking place: the 'Burbs. The Suburbs. The Sub-fucking- ( Read more... )

This is why I simulataneously hate America and love America. (Have I mentioned that I can't believe the so-blatant-it's-unbelievable racism in this case? It's extremely unsettling.)

In a nod to my summer slump (and continual antisociality), this evening I tuned in to watch the Real World: Sydney's premeire. While I have never been a Real World addict, I do enjoy the screaming-matches and sneak-peeks into twentysomethingdom that the show offers while on the treadmill. I probably watched about half of the last season of the Real ( Read more... )

Oh, come on, you know those annoying, stuck-in-your-head-for-days, perky, peppy, High School Musical lyrics as well as the next babysitter (or, dare I say, closeted fan?) who's witnessed the now-epic movie.

Or, at least I do after babysitting today. As my six year-old babysittee and I fast-fowarded through HSM to the different (but all super- ( Read more... )

I had an idea last night that you might want to consider writing a commentary, perhaps for the following week, discussing the process you went through, the difficulties and challenges and any analysis or personal conclusions you drew from it. Think about it. --My newspaper adviser about the article I wrote about race (this entry is me thinking ( Read more... )